is it cool not being allowed to read
plagirised face covered in men's rooms
and when your swallowed the millions
as jennifer connely, irish poetry owes you strokes
of my own egodeath and the males boying body
your grace?

the job as journalist stills the ****** incompetence of your skirts hike

the weeding out and ******* of the shallowest ends of the gene pool
try beneath tha surface and pummel essays for the next last 5 years of dead hello kitty's